2019 Non-Golden Successes
THE BLACK PUP
I was dumped when just a pup, I think it’s cos I’m black
People go for creams and browns but, on me, turn their back.
Apparently, it’s just the same if you’re a sleek black cat
Cos people think of witches with a broom and pointy hat
Nobody knows what breed I am, they only know I’m fast.
I still outrun the other dogs and never have come last.
The best guess is I’m Whippetty or some small type of Hound
But, whatever type I really am, I ended in the Pound.
Normally, me being black would surely seal my fate
But, luckily, I was quite cute so saved before my “date”
A lovely man adopted me but, sadly, things went wrong.
His Golden bitch was not too pleased to have me come along.
With heavy heart but for the best, the man gave me away
To someone who he knew, for sure, would have a place to stay
But it was nigh on Christmas so foster homes were filled
“Never mind” the lady said. She sounded calm and chilled
“Always room for one more here” she smiled and looked at me
So, then, I met the Goldens and counted one, two, three
And a very funny ginger dog with most enormous ears
He spun and spun to make me laugh and banished all my fears.
Her plan was just to foster me until New Year was over
But day by day, I wormed my way until I was in clover
And so it was I’d found my home, the lady didn’t mind
If I’d been green with spots on she would still be just as kind.
I’ve been here nearly twelve years now, seen fosters come and go
With a few failures on the way when Mum could not say “no”
I got a “bad boy” brother who, like me, is mostly black
And then a naughty Treever came along to join our pack
At one time, we were seven and with “lodgers” we were ten
Crazy days, lovely times, they’ll never come again.
But now I’m old and wise I know, that time cannot go back.
I also learned to be myself and proud of being black